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"sylvia clapped" Discussed on Sparkle Stories Podcast

Sparkle Stories Podcast

04:07 min | 3 months ago

"sylvia clapped" Discussed on Sparkle Stories Podcast

"Finally boats were complete Martin and Sylvia had each built a number of boats while Mama built to and Daddy had built only one. They carefully carried them all to the Brooke. Mama and Martin were in charge of launching while Daddy and Sylvia watched and described the boats as they passed by the first annual spring. Ferry Boat Show has begun called out Martin happily everyone else clapped and then watched as Martin put Sylvia's boats in I. There were eight little boats in total and they were all made of leaves twigs and bits of Bark. Each boat carried at least one passenger berries. Seeds few small pine cones the one even carried a stone they swirled weaved and both daddy and Sylvia clapped as they floated by have a good trip called Sylvia with a big smile then they looked back up to see Martin Carefully Pudding Daddy's boat into the water. It was big and it was a little heavy made from several sticks tied together dome of Bark over the top. He decorated it with dried flower. Stalks and several Rhododendron leaves. The boat was buried. Fancy indeed but not so good at floating. Martin pushed it along a few times but then it simply sank down and let the water run through it. Built for beauty. Said Daddy with a giggle. But not so sea-worthy let's put it up on that rock over there so fairies can admire. The craftsmanship suggested Mama who helped Martin place the lovely vote on another flat. Rock nearby. Mama's boats went next and she followed alongside placing pine cones and small pebbles acorns on top. Her Boat Woven Bark was able to carry the most and Mama was very pleased carried a lot more than I thought it could. She said pulling it out of the water. I'm going to work on it. Some more and see if having to supports on either side might help. Now my turn announced Martin. Sylvia came over to help him and she martin and Mama readied six boats total at the starting line mark set go said Martin and then all six boats were in the water right from the beginning. Three of them shot out front. One of them started to spin and another stood still and another sank down under the water. Martin's sloshed in the Brook to follow the three and cold out. I think that small bark one in the middle will win. I'm for the red stick. One called Daddy go white furry one called Sylvia looking at the one with little wisps of White Paper Birchbark on. Its back. The three bobbed and swirled and soon it was down to the small maple bark boat in the furry paper Birch Boat. They were side by side. When suddenly the White Birch started to spin the thick small bark boat than crossed the Finish Line Daddy's feet and everyone cheered the winner called Daddy. I knew it would be the small bark one because it was heavier than the others said. Martin racing to scoop it up and then he turned and asked. Can we do it again? I need some more time to work on mine said Mama and I need to make some more said Sylvia an I need to figure out how to make mine float said Daddy. We could talk about it during lunch. Suggested Mama and as the four walked toward the back porch. They appreciated the boats each other made and offered some more ideas.

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"sylvia clapped" Discussed on Sparkle Stories Podcast

Sparkle Stories Podcast

06:23 min | 2 years ago

"sylvia clapped" Discussed on Sparkle Stories Podcast

"Loft bedroom, they can see their entire back yard with the tall, maple and oak trees on one side and the horse fence that borders, the Browns farm on the other. Along the back of their yard are several Birch and willow trees that line a shallow brook Martin and Sylvia play along the brook all year long building, fairy houses and moving the many round stones to try to change the waters flow. In the spring when the snow has melted and the first of the springtime showers has arrived. The brook can swell into a fast moving river, but in the summer with the lack of rain and hot temperatures. The brook can become little more than a trickle of water snaking through inexpensive dried mud. One summer morning, brother and sister were lamenting that they had no water nearby to help them cool off. Sasha in Jonathan can swim in town lake. Anytime they want said Martin, who was seven and was aware of the differences between his family and his friends. It's true said mama as she pulled out summertime, useless of oats, fruits and yogurt, the Webber's live next to the lake, and we live next to the Browns farm. Do some people live by the ocean. Asked Sylvia remembering the trip. They took to the sea. Yes, said mama smiling. There are people who live right on the ocean. Wow. Said Sylvia, dreamily. I like to live there. Can we go to a waterpark asked Martin suddenly a waterpark asked mama. Where did you hear about a waterpark? TIMMY said he went to one with his grandparents answered Martin. What's a waterpark asked Sylvia fascinated by the idea. I'm not sure said Martin slowly, but I think there's pools and slides may be right mama. I think many of them do said mama. I don't know about the one that Tommy visited, but sometimes there are pools with waterfalls and water slides and sprays, and well, lots of ways to enjoy the cool water on a hot day, but I don't think there's one around here. Brother and sister were quiet for a while as they imagined what that might be like. They were both feeling hot and the idea of splashing around in cool. Water sounded wonderful. I really, really, really want to go to the water park said Sylvia slowly. Waterpark asked daddy coming in for his summertime usually, yeah, with slides and splashy parts and pools. And everything said Sylvia with a mix of excitement and sadness. My brother and I used to make water parks in our backyard, said daddy, taking a bit of muesli. We'd charged the neighborhood kids a nickel to come. I remember we had pools and sprinklers set up, and it was pretty fun. Again, brother and sister were quiet for a moment as they imagined a waterpark, but now the kind that could exist in the backyard. Could we make one asked Martin in our own backyard asked Sylvia. Well, said daddy, considering it, we'd need a few things like a pool, said Martin now filled with excitement and a slide added Sylvia with wide eyes. Daddy smiled and said, now the thing about a backyard waterpark is that you need to work with what you have. My brother and I only had a few hoses of sprinkler may be a little kitty pool Martin's shoulders sank bit. But that's not a water park. It was for us, said daddy. Martin frowned little as Sylvia gave it some thought we have hoses. She said quietly hoses are really important, said daddy, and we had that little pool. She said, looking at Martin, the little red one remember. Oh yeah. Said Martin still frowning, but that's tiny. But useful, said daddy, I'll pull out some Tirias that could work. And maybe that can be this morning's project. Do you want to make a backyard waterpark? Yeah. Said Sylvia with renewed excitement. Maybe said Martin still not convinced. This is an inventing kind of job. Martin, said daddy, that kind of thinking is very important when you are making something yourself every water park in the world started with an idea and then a willingness to use what they had around them to same with us. So will you help Martin? We could really use you. You are a really good inventor Martin added Sylvia with a smile. Martin looked at his sister and then his momma and his daddy, and he sat up a little more straight in his seat. Yes, he said confidently, I'll help Sylvia clapped, and then they all talked about materials they might need..

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"sylvia clapped" Discussed on Sparkle Stories Podcast

Sparkle Stories Podcast

11:50 min | 2 years ago

"sylvia clapped" Discussed on Sparkle Stories Podcast

"She was watching her ferry boats float. What are you doing? He asked as he joined her on the wide flat rock. I made very boats. She said, as she pointed to the leaves, they're carrying things. Wow. Said Martin, as he watched them float, the oak leaf moved very slowly, but the maple leaf found the current and increased speed. The beach leaf dropped the Thistle and then got caught in a swirling Eddie along the side. I'll bet that tree bark will go faster, said Martin wanna have ferry boat races. Sylvia hesitated. Sometimes she enjoyed races and competitions, but this time I just like making them, she said, you can make them, and then we can race them, said Martin, trying to convince her. I wanna see which ones go faster. I like very boats that carry fairies said Sylvia still resistant to the idea of racing, but I really wanna race said Martin who started to look around for materials. It'll be fun. We can each make a few boats and then you can choose which ones of yours. You wanna race. Sylvia didn't want to race, but she also liked it when Martin played with her. And she thought if they raced, then he would play with her. Okay. Said Sylvia, great. Said Martin and the two of them started to look for materials. After a few minutes. Momma called them in for breakfast, and they hopped along the logs and rocks back to the path. Brother and sister brought bark and leaves little sticks along with them and put them on the back porch table before coming inside. We're going to build ferry boats said Sylvia. When she came inside the waters really big, then we're gonna raise them, said Martin with a big smile. I think that the heavier boats might go faster, but I'm not sure Sylvia's side softly after he said this, and then she came to the kitchen counter looking a little sad. Do you not want to make very boat? Sylvia asked mama as she placed bowl of warm porridge with butter before her kinda said Sylvia, not sure how to say this. It's just Martin really wants to race. It'll be fun. Said Martin, we can each make a bunch of boats and then race them like an experiment to see which boats go faster. Sylvia's side again and mama asked, would you rather not race? Sylvia, looked quickly over at Martin and felt torn. She didn't want to disappoint him, but she also didn't want to raise. I just like to make them. She said, softly, I liked him make boats that can carry fairies said mama. So Martin wants to build fast boats and you want to build boats that can carry a lot of passengers. Yeah. Said, Sylvia, who brightened a little. Those can still race said Martin quickly. They can, but Sylvia wouldn't be building them for speed. She would be building them for space. There's lots of reasons to build a boat. I'd go for looks, said daddy. As he came in from the bedroom, I would build a very pretty boat with a tall sale and maybe a masthead definitely. One of those big steering wheels. And if I was building about said, mama, who narrowed her is a little in thought, I would try to see what kind could carry the most weight. It's kind of like what Martin wants to do. But instead of speed, I would be looking at strength, but who would race me asked Martin with a frown will you would said mama. You would build boats for speed and see which of your boats is the fastest. Sylvia would build for space and comfort, and daddy would build for looks and form, and I would build for strength and steadiness. Do you know what this is starting to sound like asked daddy? What asked brother and sister a boat show? Said daddy, where people show off their boats. Some are showing for speed some for looks some for comfort and some four Power, probably other reasons to a boat. Show their E boat show said Sylvia, the first annual spring ferryboat show said Martin, who is now excited about the idea. Will you build boats to asked Sylvia looking at mama, and daddy definitely said daddy, who was already imagining what kind of boat to build sounds fun. Added mama. But you have to use only natural things said Martin leaves, and bark and things that you find in the yard. Okay. We already got some things said Sylvia, pointing to the back porch. Great. Said mama. Yeah, said daddy, who chewed his breakfast and was quiet as he continued to think about what he was going to make. For the rest of breakfast. They exchanged ideas and made a plan for finding more materials. I think those red saplings by the compost would be good. Suggested daddy, I'll need a fair amount of birchbark said, mama. I wonder if there's any more milkweed pods considered Sylvia. I'm going to use my wittling knife to carve the bark stated Martin. When breakfast was over and everyone helped clean up. They all quickly dressed in outside clothes and went out. It was warmer now and the air smelled so fresh. The birds were singing several songs and flying overhead back and forth between the trees and the bird feeder. Everyone was in a bright cheerful springtime mood. Daddy gathered several saplings and dried stalks of grass and grain while mama focused on bark and dried flower stems. Martin sat next to the back deck table and whittled thick piece of old bark and Sylvia focused on leaves and tiny twigs using mud to stick pieces together. They worked quietly all morning, taking a quick break for a snack, and then building building and building Samore. They mainly worked on their own boats but regularly help. Each other out his well. Sylvia wanted to connect to leaves, and daddy suggested that she used a bit of thin grapevine to tie them together. Mama was having trouble binding together. Some sticks and Martin suggested using some lengths of inner bark from his piece, and they worked very well. Finally, the boats were complete Martin and Sylvia had each built a number of boats while mama built to, and daddy had built only one. They carefully carried them all to the Brooke mama and Martin were in charge of launching while daddy and Sylvia watched and described the boats as they passed by the first annual spring ferry boat show has begun called out Martin happily, everyone else clapped, and then watched as Martin put Sylvia's boats in I, there were eight. Little boats in total, and they were all made of leaves and twigs and bits of bark each boat carried at least one passenger berries seeds of few small pine cones. The one even carried a stone, they swirled and weaved, and both daddy and Sylvia clapped as they floated by have a good trip called Sylvia with a big smile. Then they looked back up to see Martin carefully pudding, daddy's boat into the water. It was big and it was a little heavy made from several sticks tied together with a dome of bark over the top. He decorated it with dried flower. Stalks and several rhododendron leaves. The boat was very fancy indeed, but not so good at floating Martin, pushed it along a few times, but then it simply sank down and let the water run through it built for beauty. Said daddy with a giggle, but not so seaworthy. Let's put it up on that rock over there. So fairies can admire the craftsmanship suggested mama who helped Martin place the lovely boat on another flat rock nearby. Mama's boats went next, and she followed alongside placing pine cones and small pebbles and acorns on top her boat of woven bark was able to carry the most and mama was very pleased. It carried a lot more than I thought it could. She said, pulling it out of the water. I'm going to work on it some more and see if having to supports on either side might help. Now my turn announced Martin Sylvia came over to help him and she Martin and mama readied six boats total. At the starting line. Mark set go said Martin, and then all six boats were in the water right from the beginning, three of them shot out front. One of them started to spin and another stood still and another sank down under the water Martin's sloshed in the brook to follow the three. And cold out. I think that small bark one in the middle will win. I'm for the red stick. One called daddy, go white, furry one called Sylvia, looking at the one with little wisps of white paper Birch bark on its back the three, Bob and swirled. And soon it was down to the small maple bark boat in the furry paper Birch boat. They were side by side when suddenly the white Birch boats started to spin the thick small bark boat than crossed the finish line daddy's feet. And every one cheered though winner called daddy, I knew it would be the small, bark one because it was heavier than the others said Martin racing to scoop it up. And then he turned and asked, can we do it again? I need some more time to work on. Mine said, mama, and I need to make some more said Sylvia, and I need to figure out how to make mine float, said daddy, we could. Talk about it during lunch suggested mama. And as the four walked toward the back porch, they appreciated the boats. Each other made an offered. Some more ideas about building the next group and then sat down for lunch, feeling excited and inspired about their new spring tradition, the ferry boat show. This has been an original story by sparkle stories of sparkle stories dot com. Copyright two thousand fourteen, we hope you enjoyed it.

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